Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.